This is a song about "Are baltimore"

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

When you know that you are

The engine in back of my car

Just because of who we are,

I'm a fucking rap star

6 o's pay for my car

And delete that weed you are

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Give me dome, then let me skate

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper